I am recently trying to get info on how to manage people, how to influence and motivate them.
And this makes me realized that it is truly hard to manage people, much less bout trying to motivate them.
There are some which teaches about being attentive to work, having to make your own day, choosing the right person to work then only manage them, or having a short term realistic goal to achieve, and etc.
Reading is one thing, implementing is another. No matter how much I am able to read, it still depends on how the implementation makes thing works.
Handling people is really not an easy job. But if everyone can manage he/herself, then wouldn't it makes things easier?
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
People...
Sunday, June 16, 2013
too busy for a friend ...
Stumble upon a forwarded mail from an ex-colleague.
Had rarely check out my personal mails nowadays, maybe because have grown out of forwarding emails, or sitting in front of the computer for hours tirelessly.
But this one is a nice one, which I am not sure if I had read it somewhere or not. Nevertheless, it is something refreshing that makes us think again what might had slipped through our mind during our "busy days".
I quote the story below..
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in
Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
Do ponder over the story.
Some may think it is just a fiction story and why be bothered by it. Nevertheless, be it a fiction or not, in our lives, we should treasure people around us. Be it through our gestures, words or thoughts, let them know that they are treasured and appreciated.
Had rarely check out my personal mails nowadays, maybe because have grown out of forwarding emails, or sitting in front of the computer for hours tirelessly.
But this one is a nice one, which I am not sure if I had read it somewhere or not. Nevertheless, it is something refreshing that makes us think again what might had slipped through our mind during our "busy days".
I quote the story below..
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in
Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
Do ponder over the story.
Some may think it is just a fiction story and why be bothered by it. Nevertheless, be it a fiction or not, in our lives, we should treasure people around us. Be it through our gestures, words or thoughts, let them know that they are treasured and appreciated.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Repeating...
Do you believe that things will keep on repeating itself until you got it done right?
Not sure if I have been mentioning it before here. But it just pop out from my mind again, while having a walk here.
It is a nice peaceful place, brings back lots of memories while walking around.
Not easy to have such a nice spacious place like this nowadays.
Opps, kind of swaying off from the topic.
Short to say, we have to get things done right, else, we have to keep doing it over and over again, until we get it right.
Not sure if I have been mentioning it before here. But it just pop out from my mind again, while having a walk here.
It is a nice peaceful place, brings back lots of memories while walking around.
Not easy to have such a nice spacious place like this nowadays.
Opps, kind of swaying off from the topic.
Short to say, we have to get things done right, else, we have to keep doing it over and over again, until we get it right.
Proposal...
Heard something on the radio that suddenly triggered my mind on what kind of marriage proposal that my friends would like.
I believe that most of the girls would like to have a romantic proposal but everyone has different perception of romantic.
I had just envisioned three friends of mine, and what kind of proposal that they might like. And these are what I presume they might like.
Ms D is someone who love to be in the crowd yet is quite shy if being the limelight. Proposal that might suits her is proposal between two person, yet have the crowd emerging after she agrees.
Ms N is someone who don't mind to be in romantic limelight. Proposal that might suits her is having a group of known crowd and propose at the most unexpected moment.
Ms H is someone who likes to be romantic lead but without others knowing it is actually her. Proposal that might suits her is a broadcast proposal to public, with her knowing it is actually forward to her, yet oblivious by the public and then suddenly appears when she agrees.
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